The Mamas and the Papas

Accords et partitions

California Dreamin'

G Am F E E4 C

All the leaves are brown (All the leaves are brown) And the sky is grey (And the sky is grey) I've been for a walk

Dedicated to the One I Love

G D Em D7 C Bm

While I'm far away from you my baby. I know it's hard for you my baby. Because it's hard for me my baby. And the darkest hour, is just before dawn.

Do You Wanna Dance

A Em D Bm F#m

Do you wanna dance?....Do you wanna dance...? Will you take a chance?....(Do you wanna dance?) Will you hold my hand?....(Do you wanna dance?) Tell me, let me be your lover man!.....(Do you wanna dance?) Can I hold your hand?.....(Do you wanna dance?)

Dream a Little Dream of Me

C A G# G B7 F#m

Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in a sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me

Look Through My Window

G G7 C Am F Fm

I used to live in new york city. Everything there was dark and dirty. Outside my window was a steeple, With a clock that always said twelve-thirty.

Make Your Own Kind Of Music

E B A G#m Asus2 Bsus4

Nobody can tell you There's only one song worth singing They may try and sell you 'Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

Midnight Voyage

Bbm Ebm Gb B Abm Ebm/Bb

On a midnight voyage, One that has no ending; And it's sending me The things that I need.

Monday, Monday

F# F#4 G# G#4 A D#

Monday, Monday (ba-da, ba-da-da-da) So good to me (ba-da, ba-da-da-da) Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be Oh, Monday mornin', Monday mornin'couldn't guarantee (ba-da, ba-da-da-da) That Monday evenin'you would still be here with me.

Monday Monday (acoustic)

E Esus F# F#sus4 D G

Monday, Monday Ba-da ba-da-da-da So good to me Ba-da ba-da-da-da Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Nothing's Too Good For My Little Girl

A D B E C#m G

A Thursday night meeting To talk with your dad He said that the organization Makes his heart feel glad

Straight Shooter

A D E A7 C

Pas de barré

Don't get me mad...don't tell no lie Don't make me sad...don't pass me b....y Baby are you holding, holding anything but me? Cause I'm a real straight shooter...if you Know what I mean

Twelve-thirty

G G7 Am C F Fm

I used to live in New York City. Everything there was dark and dirty. Outside my window was a steeple, With a clock that always said twelve-thirty.

Words Of Love

Gb Ab Bb Eb C E

Words of love, so soft and tender Won't win a girls heart anymore If you love her then you must send her Somewhere where she's never been before Worn out phrases and longing gazes